You could be my silver spring

Reaper watched with a agap maw as Mae went off and picked some herbs. "No no no." He fussed dramatically, taking the herbs from her gently. "You mustn't exert yourself. Leave it to us." He nodded to Moloch, who babbled a few caws repeating the herbs as he flew off. "He set the herbs down at his feet and then say himself down, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder better. He wrapped his striped tail around her in a comforting manner. "Let's wait til Moloch returns with the chamomile and bee pollen." He cooed softly, giving her a gentle nudge.